Beneath the azure sky, her breath does weave,
In whispered winds through forests deep and wide.
Her gentle touch on every leaf she leaves,
A tender hug where all her creatures hide.

Rivers dance to the rhythm of her grace,
Carving paths through ancient, sacred lands.
Her tears, the rain, embrace each thirsty face,
Bestowing life with her nurturing hands.

Mountains stand as guardians of her heart,
Silent witnesses to the ages gone.
In shadows and in light, they play their part,
Holding secrets of the dawn’s first song.

Mother Earth, in every breath we take,
We feel your love in every grain of sand.
May we cherish and protect, for your sake,
This wondrous gift bestowed by your kind hand.